Punch (99.1890)

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PUNCH, OE THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [September 13, 1890.

PROFESSOR MARSH'S PRIMEVAL TROUPE.

He shows his Perfect Mastery over the Ceratopsiixb.
(See Proceedings of the British Association at Leeds.)

CUPID AND MINERVA.

(Fragment from an Autobiography that it is hoped will never le written.)

I was most anxious that my past should he concealed from him, as I felt that
once revealed, it would come between us as a harrier for ever! So I dissembled.
I adapted my conversation to his capabilities. I learned to talk of lawn tennis,
cricket, politics, even cookery. Only on one occasion did I betray myself. With
self-abasement I was asking for an explanation of the electric telegraph. He
gave me a somewhat faulty definition.

" Dear me!" I cried. '' How did they ever come to think of such a clever thing ? "

" Omne ign»tum pro magnifico" he replied, with condescension.

I could not bear the false quantity even from his lips, and. I asked, " "Would
not ignotum he better, darling ? "

I could have bitten out my tongue for such an indiscretion. He looked at
me sharply, with a glance of covert distrust.

" What do you know about it ? " he asked, somewhat brusquely.

"Nothing, nothing ! " I said, confusedly. " I happened to be looking through
an Explanatory Pronouncing Dictionary of Latin Quotations, and found the
passage."

"Beware of consulting text-books," he returned, sententiously. "A little
knowledge is a dangerous thing."

For the moment I was safe, hut I knew that the confidence that hitherto
had existed between us was shaken and lessened. When he left me that day,
he referred once more to the incident.

"Forgive me, Scholastica, I know I have been disagreeable. But I confess
I am upset—the fact is a man doesn't care to be picked up sharp in his Latin."

||Forgive me I" I pleaded, " and you will love me ?"
Ad finem .'" he returned, making the first vowel short. I set my teeth
and was silent. He looked at me with a keen glance, as if he would read my
very soul, murmuring under his breath, " if she will stand that, she will stand
anything," and we parted! Once alone, I gave vent to my feelings in a burst
of passionate weeping. "Adfinem!" Oh, it was hard to bear!

At length the day arrived for our marriage. Just as I was starting for the
Church a letter was handed to me. I recognised in the shaky superscription
(which seemed to tremble in every stroke) his handwriting. The envelope con-
tained a printed paper! It was the Oxford Class List! Then the truth in all its
hideousness dawned upon me. He knew at last that I had taken a Double First!
****###*

This occurred many years ago. Well, time has brought its compensating
comforts, and I am at least able to exclaim, " Quum multa injusta ac prava
fiunt moribus J without being guilty of using a false quantity!

"IN THE AIR!"
A Parable for the Period.

" A course precipitous, of dizzy speed
Suspending thought and breath; a monstrous sight!
For in the air do i behold indeed
An Eagle and a Serpent wreathed in fight."

Shellby's Revolt of Islam.

A monstrous sight! Through Shelley's vision rare
Of high Revolt one mighty image glows,
This pregnant symbol of the struggling pair,
So strangely matched, and wildly-warring foes,
Filling the startled air with Titan throes.
Interpret as you will that Winged Form,
High-soaring, keen-eyed, of imperial pose,
Or that close-clinging, coiled Colossal Worm;
'Tis an eternal type of strife amidst the storm.

The symbol speaks, though variously applied,
Of snaking sleight that soaring strength assails,
And strives to drag it from its place of pride,
And, after cruel conflict, faints and fails.
Sometimes it seems the air's strong monarch vails
His crest awhile, as, hampering coil on coil,
Insidious knot on pinion proud prevails ;
Yet towering greatness crawling hate shall foil,
Nor shall the Bird of Jove he long the Python's spoil.

Strong-winged this Eagle, either wafter ready
To buoy and to upbear that body great.
Potent of beak and claw, of eye-glance steady,
Lord of the air, and master of its fate,
It seems, it seems, sailing in splendid state
Athwart the stretches of the skyey blue.
Yet what might be the fleet-winged wanderer's fate.
Did either pinion fail ? Its flight is true
Only when level buoyed upon the plumy two.

" A shaft of light upon its wings descended.
And every golden feather gleamed therein."
Ay! and their fate's inextricably blended;
Let either faint or flag, they shall not win
Athwart the aerial azure clear and thin.
Brothered in use are they, in use and need.
See how the Serpent's many-coloured skin
_ Writhes hither, thither, with insidious heed,
Striving to maim one pinion. Shall the pest suoceed ?

Bred far below, in dank malarious slime,
That Serpent hath no power to soar in air,
Save clinging to winged creatures that can climb
The empyrean ; yet from its foul lair
It sprang to the broad wings it would ensnare,
Encoil, enshackle, hamper, break, drag down.
How swept the Bird so low that it should dare,
That Worm, to wriggle midst its plumes full grown,
And with the Air's sole monarch thus dispute the crown ?

Alas! the Eagle stooped; those well-poised pinions
Faltered, and beat the air unevenly;
Nor shall the Bird maintain its proud dominions
If those wings lapse from rhythm, pulse awry.
Vain power of beak and claw, keenness of eye,
Or pride of crested head, if those broad vanes
Beat without balance true the clouded sky.
The lord of those etherial domains,
Once wing-maimed, pitiless fate to the dull earth enchains.

That Serpent is a sinister birth of time,
The likeness of the light 'twould fain take on,
But 'tis engendered from the poisonous slime
Of hate, and greed, and darkness. Though it don
Apollo's guise, 'tis but Apollyon.
To shackle, poison, palsy is its aim.
Venom and violence never yet have won
A victory truly worthy of the name.
To oall this thing Toil's friend is friendship to defame.

" An Eagle and a Serpent wreathed in fight! ".
There is the symbol he who runs may read.
The Bird is Trade, with pinions balanced right;
Labour and Capital in love agreed,
All's well; the Serpent shall not then succeed
In shackling that, or in destroying this.
The snake, a venomous worm of poisonous breed,
In vain shall coil and knot, shall strike and hiss.
Mark, Wealth! mark, Toil! The moral's one you soarce
can miss!